Live Your Dream

The grandeur of the land.
The beauty of the game.
The grace of the dogs.
The poetry of the chasse.
Is this your reoccurring dream?
Live your dreams, winter is coming.

The cold snow cover, of the land.
The endless dark, of the north.
The chasse, a memory of the man.
The dogs and game of the dream, gone.
Live your dreams, winter is long.
 
Winter, is cold, long and dark without you.
Goodbye, my loyal friend.
I can see you clearly now, on the hillside.
Soon, I will join you, in the eternal Chasse.
     
Written for Paddy O'Shea by Shirley Flinn